Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit, but when I tell you how the other appliances in my house are treating me you may understand my affections for this lovely little beauty.
Have you ever thought to yourself, “Well, I guess I didn’t really need the hair on my right arm.” Have you ever thought to yourself, “How did my eyebrows and eyelashes come to look like they are covered in dust?” And have you ever thought to yourself, “Hmm…the smell of burnt hair just keeps getting better and better.”
All of these thoughts are not random…they are my thoughts that went racing through my head just minutes after I went to re-light my oven after the flame had gone out.
Word to the wise…wait until the oven doesn’t smell like gas anymore and then re-light it…in case you were wondering!
Really, the only injury I am walking away with on this one is my bruised ego and a little less hair on my right arm (and I’m pretty sure the peach fuzz is gone from the right side of my face, but who’s counting?)
What have I learned walking away from this experience you might ask? Easy…I have learned that I’m not really the one who should be doing the cooking…In fact, I have decided that the only thing I am allowed to go into the kitchen for is water…that seems safe enough!
The Culprit:
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